Propaganda
Good Friday
It was a Friday
Early morning
While the sun was still sleeping
Jesus was cheated
Arrested for no reason but the treason in men's hearts
And just like that
It starts
It was an unjust friday
Six trials, nothing sticking
Priests punching, judges kicking
Slinging lies at infinity
Beating down on divinity
Who by grace, didn't speak
Obedient
Meek
It was a painful Friday
As daylight tumbled in
Whips ripped the skin of the one who healed a thousand wounds
The one whose soul was right and true
Left in shreds for something he did not do
It was an ugly Friday
The clawing crowd
When given choice, let villain fly in single voice
But when Jesus name was lifted high
Could find no word, but crucify
Crucify
It was a bloody friday...
Filled with nails and wood
And a man who did what only God could
Arms open wide, good enough to die
For the very people who hung him out and bled him dry
It was a dark friday
A shout to the sky
A spear in the side
Two Mary's start to cry
As angry earth trembles and black clouds swell
Quietly
Jesus goes through hell
Dying in our place
Dying well...
On Friday
Good Friday
How is it a day of such evil and pain ever got the word good in its name?

This day of infamy
Human villainy
When the world showed off its most evil face?
Because there in that blood stained place
When they pulled the body down like seed to ground
The author of life sprouted roots of grace that would once and for all
Save the human race
This victory death
A complete surprise
As demons and devils with fear in their eyes realized that once a perfect man died
The law was finally satisfied
No more striving
No more trying
No more guilt
No more dying
The man who lived the way we should
Died the way only God could
And that's why we call this Friday good
The day Christ fell is the day mercy stood
So hold your faith
Lift your praise
And remember - as good as Friday is
Easter is still on the way
Hope Rising
Forever
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